“I’ll tell the sitter to come an hour earlier tomorrow.”
I laughed. “Slow down, cowboy. Don’t you want to sleep in a bit on Saturday?”
“I’d rather spend the extra hours inside you than sleep. These fifteen-minute morning things don’t cut it.”
“Miles is also flying in tomorrow night. So I’ll have a house guest.”
Jagger frowned. “How long is he staying?”
“Until Tuesday. We have a tradition that we’re always together at midnight the night before one of our birthdays, so we can be the first to say happy birthday.”
“It’s his birthday Sunday?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s mine.”
Jagger froze. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I hadn’t really given it any thought until Miles texted me his flight information two days ago. I don’t really do big birthdays. It’s Miles who thinks they’re national holidays.”
An alarm chimed from somewhere. Jagger pulled out his phone. “Sorry. I have to set an alarm now when Ivisit you in the morning, or I get carried away. Yesterday, I was a half hour late for a meeting with a team of lawyers. Probably cost me ten grand in fees.” He took my chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled my face to him. “It was worth the extra time inside of you, but I need to run. I’m meeting Edmund this morning, and it’s bad enough that I’m going to have his stepdaughter’s taste in my mouth. I don’t want to be late, too.”
“I have an extra toothbrush, if you want?”
“No way. Tasting you is what gets me through the day lately.” He gave me a chaste kiss. “We’ll discuss your birthday later.”
I didn’t think there was any more to discuss, but I shrugged. “Have a good day.”
Jagger reached for his suit jacket. “Wear a skirt so I can see your thighs on the security feed, and I will.”
***
Saturday morning, I arrived at Jagger’s apartment at seven. He’d offered to have Louise come over and watch the girls until I got there, but I didn’t mind getting up early, especially not when Jagger opened the door, hooked an arm around my waist, and pulled me against him for a languid kiss.
“Wow.” I smiled. “That’s some greeting.”
“The girls are still sound asleep, if I can convince you to let me say good morning with my mouth licking lower?”
“Not a chance, Langston.”
He yanked me into the apartment and steered me to the kitchen, handing me a steaming mug before picking up his own. He must’ve started it when the doorman buzzed up that I’d arrived.
“The girls are excited for today,” he said.
I held up the tote bag of stuff I brought. “I am, too.”
Jagger chugged the rest of his coffee and rinsed the mug in the sink. “There’s been a little change in plans though.”
“What do you mean?”
His phone chimed. “Sam is downstairs to take me to the airport.” He scooped up his wallet and keys from the counter. “I left you a keycard to get in and out, and Sam will be back to pick you and the girls up at ten.” He walked toward the door.
I followed. “Wait. Where are we going?”
He cupped my neck and pulled me close for a kiss. “You’ll see.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will, birthday girl.”
